User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-1298206-20120405230044/@comment-3135907-20120504211126

"Good idea!" shouts Tream Flintbough, a squirrel. "Rally to me an' Abigail! Rally!" The woodlanders close off Barlank's escape route, swinging the jumbles of odd weapons collected over the period of their conspiracy against Seergaz; clubs made from long, lumpy lengths of wood, spears fashioned from straight, sharpened walking sticks and axes and sledgehammers used in the woodlanders' work. Screams erupt from astonished vermin, unaccustomed to attacks from their former slaves. "Down with Seergaz! Down with tyranny!!!"